Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“When you stare at me like that, it’s fucking creepy,” he grumbles, his eyes still closed, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Oh thank God,” I cry out. “I thought you were going to sleep forever. It’s not creepy when you like it, by the way.”
My sass makes him smile bigger and he squints against the morning light to look at me. I love how his brown eyes shine with pride and delight at seeing me. The shadowed, haunted look that used to always be in his eyes is gone. Killing Magna and Dad freed him. It freed me too.
“I took one of those tests Bermuda picked up at the store. For sure pregnant.”
He dives a large hand into my hair and tugs me to his mouth. I groan as he kisses me, uncaring that we both have morning breath. Koyn’s a biker who’s tortured men in the most heinous of ways. The last thing this man cares about is morning breath.
My breath hitches when he starts tugging off my T-shirt. We haven’t had sex since he brutally took my ass in his bathroom after he took me from my home. Since I feel more like myself, I’ve been craving him more than the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches Bermuda seems to make so perfectly well for a pregnant woman. But Koyn has treated me carefully. He’s reserved in his actions. I don’t miss the regret that sometimes flashes in his eyes.
“Don’t regret us,” I blurt out, searing him with my stare. “All the stuff that happened between us did because it was supposed to. We were living in the moment and taking what we could get.” I run my fingers through his dark, thick hair. “We have a future now, Koyn.”
Something breaks inside of him as he fully gives in. I yelp when he tears my panties in two, making me completely naked for him. With insanely quick movements, he shoves his boxers off and then pounces on me. Rather than fucking me like the stallion he is, he rubs his dick against my pussy while peppering me with kisses. His playful, teasing side is one only I get to see. Out there, he’s hard for his men. In here, he shows me what a good man he can be for the ones he loves.
Does he love me?
I hope so.
I don’t think a man can kill with such passionate brutality and not love the woman he preserved amidst the violence. Maybe not the love he had for his wife, especially toward the end of their long marriage, but definitely a new kind of love. One that is just budding and one day will bloom into something beautiful. I try to imagine Koyn—big and fierce—holding a tiny baby we created. It brings tears to my eyes.
“Hey,” he croons, his features softening.
“Pregnancy hormones,” I grumble, blinking my teary eyes. “I’ll be glad when I’m back to my bitchy self.”
He grins before taking my mouth with possessive tugs of his teeth on my lips. His cock slides against my most needy place over and over again until I’m begging for him to push it into me. He reaches between us to grip his dick and then thrusts hard. I cry out, sinking my fingernails into his shoulders as I lift my hips, aching for more of him. He doesn’t disappoint and begins a punishing assault as he fucks me in an owning way. I’m not sure Koyn does anything sweet anymore. Not in the way he probably once did for his wife. But that man died with her. This man is a brutal prez and fierce leader. He’s dark and filthy and dangerous. I’m not attracted to his sweet side, though it’s a bonus. I love the fiery, dominant elements of him. The possessive glint he gets in his eye. How his powerful body crushes mine as he takes pleasure while simultaneously giving it.
I moan when his fingers rub against my clit. He easily sends me to heaven, this naughty fallen angel of mine. I scream his name loud enough for the whole house to hear. His lips find my neck and he nips at the flesh before whispering my name like a prayer. Heat floods into me, marking and claiming me as his. The moment his dick stops twitching with his release, he falls against me, kissing and licking my neck. I love that he keeps his dick inside of me for as long as it’ll stay. As though he wants to keep us linked for as long as possible.
“Do you want a girl or a boy?”
He answers without hesitation. “A girl.”
“That was quick. Why?”
“You’ve seen Nees. He’s a fucking punk. That’s my nephew. We don’t need another Koynakov boy running around.”
I giggle, which makes my pussy clench, forcing his softening cock out of my body. His semen leaks out of me. “That’s mean,” I tell him. “Mean uncle.” I sober up as I absently run my fingers through his hair. “Is Stormy okay?”